(The original Luddites were not actually against the modernising machines, but the owners of those machines for whom they were tools to edge out the willing workers using "deceitful and fraudulent" management practices. There would have been much less resistance had the new factory-owners guaranteed the old craftspeople a continuation of employment (with similar low pay-per-day, even if this would have been an effective piecework pay-cut) but they tended to go for brand new 'supervising labour' with far lower expectations and utterly price those with traditional home-looms/etc out of the market, shifting the whole mercantile dynamics. The machines were targetted because (at first) they were a better symbolic object to vent anger upon and had not the repurcussions of bodily attacking their antagonistic owners and builders. That course of events would have led to far worse punishments, at least until Transportation and even the Death Penalty was lobbied into existence as hyper-reactive new laws aimed specifically to deal with machine-breaking activities, putting them on a par with far less person-friendly acts of civil disobedience and interference.)
...how the above meshes with the various stages of technoluddism[1], I don't know. Certifiably hand-crafted computer code is perhaps harder to sell than locally woven cloth from free-ranging hill-sheep or bespoke bakery products that have never even seen anything like a conveyor-belt passing through an oven. Although, for the time being at least, it would be an over-optimistic app-developer that would employ no trained programmers and tried to package up a product purely from the output of some hyper competent AI 'problem solver' solution.
[1] I describe myself as "technoluddite", but not in frame-breaking terms, just a refusal/hesitancy to blindly follow 'unnecessary' changes to technology beyond a personal 'golden standard' that I find I like well enough already. It is a subjective assessment, inconsistent in many of its details, and yes I have been 'forced' to move on and even enjoy various 'improvements'. Within which to then rebuild myown idea of a Fortress Of Solitude, as the newer 'hill that I'll die upon' once more finds itself abandoned by the bleeding-edgers of this world. I don't think I've ever resorted to 'clogging up' anything in your actual sabotage, so I'm not exactly the kind of person it seems obvious most of this thread is assuming exists.